Faced with his words, Pei Ting turned around and left again. Gu Bao was ecstatic and collapsed on the sofa. He was not pretending to be drunk, he was really a little drunk.

When he got up just now, he was dizzy and then he turned and knocked to his head. He is now half a person who relies on his face to make a living. He is being whispered by a handsome guy in the restaurant, so he will never make such a face. And doesn’t Pei Ting like it?

Pei Ting doesn't like him anymore, so he drives him away, ignores him, and speaks coldly, and Pei Ting doesn't want to pay attention to his true confession at all.

Perhaps Ji Tu is right. For a person who is unwilling to look back, all remedies are harassment.

Now that he looked at him like this, Pei Ting felt no other emotions except annoyed.

He touched his forehead, and it hurt so much that his heart was so sad.

Facing the dazzling light, Gu Bao slowly inhaled and exhaled, calming his emotions. He thought he would leave in a while and would not cause trouble for Pei Ting. He had been ignoring each other for a long time, and Pei Ting had tolerated him for a long time.

Can you give up? Gu Bao asked himself in his heart that it won’t take long before he will get the answer.

Not yet, at least not now.

In his life, he had never been stubborn about anything. He used to want something too easy, but now he can't ask for it, so he knows whether there is nothing to be right or not.

After experiencing the pain of not being able to get something, people grow up in an instant.

Gu Bao put the back of his hand on his eyelids and slowly stood up and walked towards the door.

At this time, a slight footsteps came. Gu Bao turned his face and found Pei Ting holding an ice bag with water dripping at him with his fingertips, silently looking at him.

Seeing Gu Bao, Pei Ting's hand drooped to his side: "Get up..." Then his eyes fell in the direction Gu Bao faced: "Are you ready to leave?"

Gu Bao stared at the ice pack, as if it was not an ice pack, but Gu Bao's hope of resurrection, Pei Ting's soft heart and care.

He immediately shrank his feet and stepped back, finding a far-fetched reason for himself: "I didn't want to leave, I'm looking for a toilet and I'm drinking too much."

After saying that, he quickly posted to Pei Ting: "Isn't it cold to hold the ice bag? I'll get it."

Gu Bao stretched out his hand, and Pei Ting avoided: "Sit down."

The next moment, Gu Bao dragged away the chair next to him like a primary school student, sat down straight, put his hands honestly on his knees, raised his face, and waited for Pei Ting's ice pack.

It must be uncomfortable to pinch the ice pack. Gu Bao saw Pei Ting's fingers gradually turn red. Gu Bao wanted to pick them up, but Pei Ting avoided them every time.

Pei Ting's face was not pretty, and his eyes were focused on Gu Bao's wound, pressing repeatedly, with a gentle force.

Sometimes Gu Bao felt that he was quite despicable. Pei Ting was not cruel enough to pin down and often took advantage of the situation. Now he has entered Pei Ting's house. He always feels that it is too wasteful to not do anything.

While thinking about it, Pei Ting said, "If the application is done, go home."

Gu Bao didn't say it was good or bad, but just didn't answer. He reached out and grabbed Pei Ting's other hand. He didn't use much force, and his fingertips were scratched from his palm to his index finger, and then he held it into his palm. Before Pei Ting could struggle, Gu Bao asked, "Brother, where is the ring I gave you?"

Pei Ting didn't move, and even stopped the ice compress on his forehead. Then, Gu Bao got an answer, and Pei Ting said, "Don't throw it away."

Gu Bao's hand slid off Pei Ting's index finger and rested on his knees in a panic. His eyelashes were trembling, not looking at Pei Ting as he had just now.

He kept his eyes down until the treatment on his forehead was finally over. Pei Ting returned to the kitchen to wash his hands. Gu Bao sat quietly on the chair and said nothing more.

When Pei Ting came out and said to him, "Don't you want to go to the toilet, the first room on the left side of the corridor."

Pei Ting's house is flat, not as luxurious as before, and the decoration is simple and cold, unlike the style of the previous home.

Just as Gu Bao woke up, he hurried into the bathroom and closed the door with his backhand. Then, like every ex, he observed the bathroom, such as how many bath towels there were, how many mouthwash cups and toothbrushes there were, opened the cabinet, and then looked at how many spare toiletries there were.

In fact, he didn't need to do these tests, but Gu Bao was just afraid. If Pei Ting was not single, then he would really have no hope.

However, if Pei Ting was not single, he would probably not have taken him home in the middle of the night. Thinking of this, Gu Bao felt much more at ease. He washed his face roughly, and during this time, his fingertips poked the wound, which made him clench his teeth tightly and looked at it carefully. He felt that he needed to wear a hat tomorrow, otherwise he would not be able to cover it.

Gu Bao came out of the bathroom and walked out with his hands and feet. There was no one in the living room, and there was still light in the study room at the end of the corridor.

He followed the light and stepped into Pei Ting's territory step by step. He was very careful in every move and repeatedly tested Pei Ting's bottom line.

Pei Ting looked at him from behind the computer: "Do you need me to take a taxi for you?"

Gu Bao did not answer. He took off his shoes, now he was wearing only socks, stepped on the carpet, and gently approached Pei Ting. As he approached, Pei Ting's expression became more and more serious.

Just as Gu Bao was about to meet Pei Ting, Pei Ting said coldly: "Gu Bao, my patience is limited."

Gu Bao sat down on the spot as if he couldn't understand Chinese, his cheeks approached Pei Ting's knees, and raised his head like a small animal: "If you throw the ring, throw it away, I'll buy it for you again."

"Brother, I can make money by myself now, but I don't make much money. I may not buy you very expensive things like before. What I buy for you is still everything I can pay."

Pei Ting looked away from Gu Bao with difficulty, and then his knees softened, and Gu Bao's cheeks hit him: "Brother, can I stay here tonight?"

Gu Bao didn't dare to see Pei Ting's expression. He touched Pei Ting's ankle with his hand. His skin was in tune with his skin and was ambiguous. He slowly looked in and fumbled the texture of his muscles, just like those times before, he also touched Pei Ting's back on the bed.

Pei Ting's voice became hoarse, as if he was rubbing a handful of sand in the cold iron, and with a little anger, he said, "Gu Bao, do you know what you are doing?"

Gu Bao pulled his hand out of Pei Ting's pants, and then he took off his sweatshirt to reveal his body with a little muscle line inside.

After several months of busyness, a thin layer of muscle has grown on his body. The outline of his body now will only look better than before.

Gu Bao bit his lips shyly, and his eyes never dared to face Pei Ting. He held Pei Ting's armrest under the leather chair with both hands, turned the person to face him, and then he met the target he wanted like a archer.

Pei Ting took a heavy breath. He probably thought Gu Bao was crazy, and he didn't expect Gu Bao to be able to do such a thing.

Gu Bao fucked, not only touched him, but also put his face in that place.

He made a uncomfortable choking sound, which was the discomfort deep in his throat. Gu Bao's fingers pushed away Pei Ting's shirt like a gift, and touched Pei Ting's waist and abdomen unscrupulously, feeling the hardness of the muscles when they were tight.

Gu Bao had never done such a thing, astringent and blushing all over his cheeks, and then he was pushed away by pinching his face, saliva flowed from his lips and teeth to his chin, refracting crystal clear.

Pei Ting's face was unprecedentedly ugly, his masseter muscles were stiff, and the blood vessels on his neck were bulging: "Gu Bao, are you crazy?"

Gu Bao rubbed the saliva from his chin with the back of his hand, then spread Pei Ting's hand away and got back on it.

Ji Tu is right, no man would hate this. At that time, Pei Ting bent him so that he could accept men physically, and that was also true.

Gu Bao once made a dessert, which is pink popsicle. It is the most difficult to eat from the head, but after completely storing it, you can taste the sweet taste.

The temperature of the mouth melts the ice water, and the sweet juice flows down inch by inch, wrapping and sucking repeatedly to avoid wasting any deliciousness.

Gradually, the popsicle stains the temperature of the mouth and melts faster, but it is always hard and firmly against the tip of the tongue, like its sweetness, full of existence, and makes people swallow continuously to fully appreciate all the enthusiasm.

Gu Bao's cheek was pinched, and the force was not soft. He held Pei Ting's wrist with his backhand, feeling that someone was about to push him away again. He no longer wrapped his lips around his teeth, giving Pei Ting a little pain.

Pei Ting groaned, pressed Gu Bao's neck like revenge, and pinched it hard, saying that pinching was not appropriate, but the force was a little stronger, which was more like rubbing.

I don’t know how long it took, Gu Bao’s lips became numb, the muscles in his teeth were tired, and even his throat was swollen.

Then, he was pushed away by Pei Ting, and the heated thing was scattered on Gu Bao's face and slowly slid down.

This incident made them all silent. Gu Bao was the first to come back to his senses. He wiped it freely with the back of his hand, then closed his upper body and found the bathroom again, rinsing all Pei Ting's things.

When he came out of the bathroom, Pei Ting had already returned to the bedroom. His sweatshirt was placed on the sofa and neatly stacked together.

At this time, Gu Bao felt that Pei Ting was as shy as a little girl, and he had done something even more excessive.

Pizza shook her tail and wanted to pounce on his knees. Gu Bao touched the dog's head and smiled and said, "Children can't peek, I'll go to sleep with your father."

But what Gu Bao never expected was that Pei Ting actually locked the door!

Do you want to do this? Are you so guarded against him?!

Gu Bao was very unwilling to give up, but he knew that he had already made a lot of effort tonight. Pei Ting wanted to be quiet alone, so he could understand.

He licked his mouth, like a shameless disciple, but in fact, he put on his sweatshirt, took his cell phone, and left casually.

The next day, Gu Bao arrived at the restaurant. Ji Tu was shocked when he saw him.

Gu Bao explained: "I accidentally bumped into my head last night."

Ji Tu held his hands: "I look like it too."

Gu Bao pretended not to understand his ridicule and continued to show off: "I went to my brother's house yesterday!"

Ji Tu suddenly realized and then looked at him sympathetically: "You were beaten by Lao Pei. Lao Pei is too much, how can you hurt your face!"

Gu Bao: "...I didn't. He didn't beat me up, I gave him a blow."

Ji Tu digested the message and then said sympathetically: "It's over, you give him a mouth, and he actually beat you up, it's over."
Chapter completed!